Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1887-12-03

OF Jas. N. Moore, and daughter OF the lamented
Mr.. and Mrs. Reuben Radford, by whom she
sleeps in mother earth, with three OF her
children. Mrs. Moore was born May 2lst, 1925,
near Salem Church, Christian county, KY.
and lived n few miles. from her childhood
home, the beloved wife and mother OF happy
family, OF whom an aged husband, two sons
and one daughter are left to mourn their great
loss. AIRS Moore dledthe morningo of Novem.
Der 9th, 1887, of paralysis, aged sxty-two years.
Many hearts will ache and eyes grow dim
when they read OF the death OF such true
good woman. With generous, tender heart,
she has aided many a weary, helpless traveller,
climbing the rugged hill OF life The latch
string hung on the outside of tho door TO all,
and many have left her home with the regret
that there Is not more such true, sincere hos
pitnlity found as that extended to all In her
happy home. The sick and distressed ever
found place In her kind, generous heart.
Always Of a bright, sunny nature, the young
people loved to mingle with her family. Hun
dreds OF young gentlemen and ladies have
spent many happy hours within her doors,
and always welcomed with cordially never
surpassed. Her goodness made her a great
many friends among the young men, and
many mothers owe her unbonnded gratitude
for many kindnesses shown their Wild, reck-
less, eering boys who always found her a true
kind friend, lavishing the same sympathy
and kindness as though they were her own.
A good neighbor, true friend, a loving wife,
mother and sister has fallen, and there is not
a truer, better, larger heart than the one that
lies puiseless and cold In death. Yet hername
viii not die with her. Many hearts win cher.
ish her memory and love to recall many
happy hours speat in her company. TO hei
bereaved ones we extend sincere sympathy
/ especially her aged companion, crushed with
giief and yearning to follow his beloved wife
who will welcome him in the sweet bye and
bye. May God, who doeth all for the best
comfort and help him to pass under the rod
trusting and looking to Jesus, and hasten the
day when the several hearts will be reinked
where farewells are never said, and partings
never come. And to her three children We
will say, do not murmur at Gods dealings, fol
there are no efeors In His great eternal plar
] Though mysterious to us) All things vii
4 work together for the eternal good of man
kind Lean on the crock that is higher thar
l." You will learn as life grows older, eact
! sorrow has its purpose. God often aids tn,
soul. Only a little while. we win oil be able
10 say whatever is, Is best. Your loss Is great
No love like mothers TO soothe your aching
hearts. Look TO the Orphans Father, only
trust and serve Him, and He will sustain ant
comfort you in this dark hour of trouble, ii,
viii drift aside the dark clouds of sorrow ant
reveal the silvery lining, rejecting His orr
ous smile OF welcome to those who love ant
trust Him. Your loss Is mothers gain; TO
mother is at rest. We must submit to th,
inevitable DEGREES of fate that awaits us
Everything that is is ordered by an over
ruling power, from the master march of plan
cts TO the soft fringe of flower. There sound
perpetualiy from the walls of the celestia
city, voices that win and WOO every aching
heart, saying come, come, come. Onl.
be faithful and the Saviour will comfort ant
lead you to mother.
Sweet the thought, the promise sweet
That friends, long severed friends, shall meet
That kindr souls on earth disjoined,
Shall meetflOm earthly drOss refined.
Their mortal cares and sorrcws DER,
And mingle hearts TO part no more.
What is in this life that makes us cling 1t
Sorrow and pain. 1t is but day compared
, to eternity. Only bubble on the Ocean @
, Time, soon to burst forever, A true, pur
J woman has gone. She is not the only on
} who has caused us to say
; Twixt my life that Is. and my life that was
Lies many a low green grave,
, That marks the place where babe goodbye
To the beautiful and the brave;
All 1.-The whole wide universe centers at last
lii the grave-in the cruel grave.
, Farewell. The lips now mute with pal
will speak to you again the hands that ar
to weak to portray your virtues will elias
yours again, and the eyes that swim in a
ocean of tears as we murmur the saddest {
words, farewell, will again look into tn
depths of yours and thank God for the eterna
life in "land that is fairer than day." Fo
no death ever enters that city you know.
Il. X. s.